The Fate of the First Hero of Light
There is a burning village, a great battle is being waged inside.
The Blood Moon tribe's Warchief rushes towards a figure with their back turned towards him.
"DIE TULOK DOG!"
The Warchief takes aim with his sword aiming to decapitate his enemies head.
"UGH?!"
A figure in a blood splattered traditional dress grabbed the Blood Moon tribe's Warchief by the throat.
The figure lifts him aloft.
The Blood Moon's Warchief struggles to look at the figure.
The blood that dripped into his eyes from his previous battles is obstructing his vision.
The bloodied person grips him so tightly by the neck, the Warchief's face starts turning blue.
The Warchief drops his weapon, he desperately grabs at the arms holding him aloft.
His first thought forms, he will break the arms of the person to escape this death grip.
He will strike the arms holding him with all his might, that same strength he had used many times before breaking the bodies and limbs of his foes.
He aims to hit them with his hands on both sides of the outstretched arms aiming to snap them into two.
BAM
Nothing happened the arms did not even move!
They feel as if they were made from the hardest metal!
"...ugh..."
The bloodied figure grips his neck even more tightly.
His arms start hanging limply.
In his mind he starts reliving his many battles of times past.
His greatest victories.
How could this possibly have happened?
They had planned everything perfectly.
All the other tribes were destroyed in short moments.
Why was the Tulok tribe different?
The person holding him aloft forms a wide sadistic smile.
Before death's cold embrace takes him, his eyes clear and his vision is restored.
He looks towards the figure.
He knows instantly!
IT IS BECAUSE OF HER!
SNAP
"Grandmother what the hell are you doing now!?"
Geir's Grandmother Esdeath casts the dead Warchief upon the heap of frozen remains of the rest of the Blood Moon tribes members she had killed methodically moments prior.
"Where are you Geir?"
Esdeath walks calmly through the raging battle.
As the two tribes members are clashing with each other.
The Tulok tribe's warrior Eachaidh grips his broadsword tightly in the same way as the Knight, Sir Hunfrey, had trained him.
He easily detaches the Blood Moon tribes member's head and immediately steps forward, passing the falling corpse.
He cuts two of the still shocked comrades of the first victim diagonally into two.
They fall over into a pile of broken bloody parts.
Esdeath looks on in pride at this feat of brutality.
She thinks back towards her younger days, when the tribe was undisciplined and how they had often times lost many members.
Due to their recklessness and inefficiency!
She smiles and thinks to when Geir had become the Warchief.
"How much we have grown!" says Esdeath with a happy smile.
"GEIR WHERE ARE YOU?"
Geir's Grandmother sees the man she is so proud of.
She runs to him killing all the desperate Blood Moon tribe members futilely trying to attack her.
They shatter and fall into broken ice shards that start bleeding.
Finally she reaches Geir.
Blood is everywhere body parts lay scattered around him.
Geir stands back to back with the Mighty Dwarven Warrior Thandall Deepstand.
"KILL THE WARCHIEF AND THE DWARF! AVENGE OUR TRIBE!"
The Blood Moon tribe's members have been overtaken by rage.
The leader of the tribe that massacred their families stand in front of them, they feel no fear.
Some of them have been severely injured, yet they feel no pain!
Their only emotion is an uncontrollable rage and hatred for that person.
They attack him in droves.
Geir swing his broadsword two times left to right and then back to left.
His sword swings so fast it looks as if he has yet to attack.
The four warriors who attacked him stand still in place.
Their bodies slowly crumble apart and fall into neatly cut dismembered parts.
Behind Geir many more Blood Moon tribe members attack the Dwarf.
"Come lads and lassies no need to be shy!" says the Mighty Dwarf.
The people of the Blood Moon tribe have been pushed too far.
They run head first weapons drawn aiming to kill the Dwarf.
The Dwarf lifts his war-axe up.
SMACK
He struck the first attacker with the flat side of the axe.
The crumbled broken corpse lays indented into the ground.
The rush continues the many tribes members attack.
Short moments later.
It is still, everyone is dead.
A bloodied person with a white traditional dress approaches.
"Warchief we are finished! What must we do?" says the person breathlessly.
"Search for survivors. Kill them all!"
"YES, WARCHIEF!"
The person runs off and shouts to the others.
Many times pass.
"Warchief please come here!"
"Geir son I wonder what they found." says the Dwarf dropping the corpse of the tribes person who's neck he snapped.
"Let us go Uncle Thandall."
They enter one of the small homes.
Many women and children are huddled inside.
They are shaking out of fear.
"PLEASE STOP! SAVE OUR CHILDREN! EVEN IF YOU KILL US! LET THEM LIVE!"
The women are begging for mercy.
"Geir what are you going to do?" asks Esdeath with a wicked smile.
"Little girl..."
The Dwarf looks on in disappointment at Geir's Grandmother.
Geir walks forward without hesitation.
He lifts his hand outstretching it, they are all going to be frozen and shattered.
"PLEASE STOP! HAVE MERCY!"
Geir has not flinched, the Dwarf can feel the air's temperature cool.
"PLEASE SAVE MY CHILD!"
A mighty hand grabs Geir's wrist.
"Son, stop."
"Uncle Thandall?"
"What are you doing Great Father?" asks the smirking Esdeath.
"BE QUIET!" the Dwarfs voice booms.
"YES!"
Geir's Grandmother hops to attention.
The Dwarf casts a glare towards Esdeath.
She quickly turns away.
"WILL YOU SAVE US?" asks one of the women holding her small child.
"Your people have fought well. You do your ancestors proud."
"What do you mean?" asks the woman.
"A Dwarf's nose is sharper than any other."
"Excuse me?" she seems puzzled.
"I can smell the oil you use to stop the blades from rusting. You all have hidden weapons don't you?" asks the Mighty Dwarf.
"CURSE YOU DWARF!"
The women move to unsheathe their hidden poisoned blades.
Before their hands even reach their blades, they are frozen.
They shatter and disappear into nothingness.
"Lads and lassies please leave. I smell some hidden gold. If you get in my way, you know what will..."
All the Tulok members are outside instantly.
They know of Geir and the Dwarfs gold induced madness.
They do not risk losing their lives.
Geir drops his hand that is still outstretched from where the women and the children were.
"Geir son will you be alright?"
"..."
"Geir as the Warchief you must not..."
BAM
CRASH
A part of the roof collapses, the section of the wall where Geir's Grandmothers head was only an instant ago lays shattered outside of the building.
Esdeath lays on the floor shaking fearfully.
The Dwarf glares at her.
She stumbles to stand and falls over herself, running to get outside.
"Thank you Uncle Thandall I will be alright."
Geir stands up straight and goes to walk outside.
"That's me boy!"
Says the Mighty Dwarf while laughing heartily, hitting Geir on the back with his mighty hand.
The Tulok tribe stand together outside waiting for a signal.
Geir raises his fist in the air.
The Tulok tribes voices roar celebrating their victory.
The long history of the Blood Moon tribe has ended.
There is no one left, the tribe is dead.
"Dekna where are you?"
The young woman approaches Geir.
"What must we do Warchief?"
"Start with..."
Geir issues the orders.
All the belongings, weapons and anything else of value is seized.
Geir will sell them to unscrupulous merchants of the criminal underworld in the Capitol.
Everything else that is left is destroyed.
Buildings are razed to the ground.
All that is left is an empty plot of land where a tribes home used to be.
"Let's leave me boy!" says the Dwarf.
"Yes, Uncle Thandall. Where is my Grandmother?"
"TEELA COME HERE IMMEDIATELY!" the Dwarf shouts.
"YES!"
Geir's Grandmother appears.
"Grandmother we are going to assist Zelda and Estonix with the Monsieur."
"Geir what do you mean? He is dead I made sure of it." says Geir's Grandmother.
"He was only in a state of near death. Now that all his parts are together again, he should have reanimated again. We should move to stop him."
"Reanimated!? What do you mean Geir?"
"The Pokenom curse is very strong those..."
"GEIR SON! PLEASE STOP! I don't want to hear about those accursed cards again! I will be going home. Good luck me boy!"
The Dwarf waves farewell and departs.
"What should we do?"
"Go home we are finished here."
"Oh, alright goodbye."
The Tulok tribes people seem somehow disappointed.
"You have done well. Congratulations."
"Did you hear that the Warchief is proud of us!"
"HELL YEAH! WE DID IT!"
The ecstatic tribe starts chanting their victory songs.
"SHUT UP! GO HOME NOW!"
"YES!"
The Tulok tribes victory songs stop and they hurriedly depart.
"Grandmother let us leave."
"Geir."
"Yes, Grandmother?"
"I am very proud of you." says the happy Esdeath.
"Thank you Grandmother. Let us go..."
They start running full speed towards where Zelda is.
Meanwhile...
The Monsieur Pantomimer is jumping like a trained acrobat across the many tables in the conference room.
"STAND STILL YOU FIEND!" the Knight shouts while swinging his zweihander breaking everything it touches, failing to kill the Monsieur.
"Sir Hunfrey! Stand back!" screams the Fire Mage.
Massive flames erupt from his hands.
Missing the Monsieur who jumps like a fool on a table smacking his behind while belittling them for their incompetence.
The Monsieur while laughing like a jester sees a shadow cast upon his eye.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
He grabs at the wooden shaft sticking out of his left eye socket.
Through the tears of pain, he looks through his right eye he sees a tall woman with the ears of a hare.
The Viera Mjrn already has another arrow drawn and readied to shoot.
The Monsieur wants to put out his hand to foolishly try and catch the incoming arrow.
The Viera relaxes her bow and removes the arrow.
The Monsieur wonders why the world is spinning around him.
He falls on the floor he cannot feel his body.
Finally the images around him stop spinning.
His right eye focuses he sees a headless body standing on a table.
The clothes look familiar?
It is his clothes!
And that is his body!
Before the darkness of death takes him again, his fading vision sees the point of a rapier speeding towards his right eye.
"YAY! Estonny we did it!"
The Viera runs and jumps to Estonix's arms, she kisses him on the cheek and mouth many times.
Estonix has to balance to keep his beloved Mjrn aloft in one arm and the impaled head of the Monsieur on his rapier in the other arm.
The Viera hits the rapier by mistake from his hand.
While locking her legs and arms around his body.
Mjrn kisses him many times, Estonix screams.
"MJRN WE TALKED ABOUT THIS! PLEASE!"
The Viera stops and tries to recall the memories.
"What was that about again."
CRACK
POP
"...ugh..."
Zelda sighs again.
"It is back on again? Is it not?"
Zelda looks towards the recovered Monsieur as he jumps again taunting everyone.
Zelda is sitting alone frustrated in the corner of the conference room.
The crying Zelda proclaims a prayer up to the heavens.
"GEIR COME SAVE ME!"
Finish.